Ifeoma pulled the tough of her Cardigan Welsh corgi forward over her eyes, even though it did no good.
She peered down the street through the raindrops on her glasses. Where are these ‘ KEKE'( commercial tricycles ) ? It was dark and getting colder. And now it was raining, too. There was no kEKE in batch. ‘ Wahala ’. She sighed and tried to figure out if she had enough cash for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her pocket change, a car pulled up to the kerb and the passenger window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely hold out a male driver, no passenger, non-descript blue Honda EOD …oh, not good, not dear at all. Heart pounding, she stuffed her hands in her pocket and began walking away, quickly.
"Hey !"the device driver called. Ifeoma ignored him, walking even faster down the empty street. The car followed her, slowly.
"Hey wait — Ifeoma !"She stopped in her tracks and spun around."It's me, corper Nnamdi Amadi."
Still keeping a mistrustful distance, she squinted into the iniquity inside of the car, and was pretty certain the driver was the man who had taught her English people in SS3.
"Mr. Amadi ?"
He laughed,"It's been — what ? five year since you graduated ? I think you can call me Nnamdi now."He leaned over to give the rider door.
"Sheesh, girl, it's pouring — hop in !"
Ifeoma hesitated for only a moment, before sliding gratefully into the warm, dry car.
"Oh, man, my clothes are soaked, I'm sorry, your upholstery…"
"Quit apologizing,"he said,"I saw you looking like a overwhelm rat out there, so I knew what I
was in for."He grinned at her, and she couldn't help but grin back. He didn't look like he'd changed at all since she was in his class — Same low cut hair, Saami well-fixed smile, same form brownish eyes behind bookish wire-rimmed glasses. She felt a quick Rush of heat to her face as she remembered what a vast crush she'd had on him. He pulled back out on to the street."So, where are we headed ?"
"Well…I live quite a way from here…"she gave him directions to her house.
He gave a low whistling."And you always take the keke, this late at night ?"He glanced over quickly, concern on his face."I mean, not that you can't take care of yourself, but it's dark out there, and kind of deserted."
"I know, I know,"Ifeoma replied."But my car is in the mechanic workshop, and I was working on a newspaper publisher at the depository library — it's due on Friday, before second semester time out, and I'm kind of struggling with it."
"Really ? What's your topic ?"Ifeoma rolled her eyes."comparative analysis of Wole Soyinkas works and that of Chinua Achebe on their vista of the future."
"Wow,"Nnamdi said, nodding thoughtfully.
"Ambitious undertaking."
"Yeah, but I may have bit off more than I could chew this time."She polished the H2O
drops off of her glasses with the sharpness of her t-shirt, which was slightly teetotal than her hoodie."I have the schema, all of my notation cards, the bones written down — I'm just having a hard time pulling it all together, you know, making it gel."She sighed, her mood suddenly as dismal as the weather.
"Hmm…"Nnamdi mused, while they idled at a stop light.
"You know, my family isn't far. We could go there, I could face at what you've got, see if I can proffer any hint. We could even confound your sweatshirt in the drier for a few minutes."He grinned again."What do you say ?"
"Would you ?"Ifeoma's eye lit up.
"Oh, that would be so great…I mean, I would really appreciate any assist you could afford me !"
"Absolutely,"he said.
"I remember you being a very good student, Ifeoma, an first-class writer. I'm looking forward to reading what you have done so far."
Ifeoma blushed, and looked out the window,
"Thanks Mr. Amadi."
He glanced at her again, quickly, then turned right, on to a street."No problem — always glad to help out a early student. And please, prognosticate me Nnamdi."
Ifeoma bit her lower lip, shyly."Okay… Nnamdi. Thanks."
Nnamdi drove through an honest-to-goodness neighborhood, with small, well-kept pace and immense trees lining the street. His firm was fairly pocket-size. They dashed from the car to the straw man door, laughing and dodging raindrops. He tossed Ifeoma's hoodie in the drier and gave her some towels to dry off and spread out on the lounge so she could sit down. He introduced her to his Jack Bertrand Russell terrier, Oscar — Oscar Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde, named by a supporter, Nnamdi explained, rolling his eyes — who was excited and delighted to have society visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a cushion on the floor.
"Do you need to call anyone to let them have sex you'll be late ?"
Ifeoma shook her head teacher."Nope…my Gran couldn't take the cold and the damp anymore in jos, so my parents moved with her to onitsha a couple of month ago. Since I'm in schooling, I decided to stay in Jos and get an apartment."
"Ah, I see. '' Nnamdi proofed and critiqued her work.
Ifeoma nodded, asked question, and took notes…and remembered why Mr. Amadi had been her darling teacher in junior-grade schoolhouse. She wasn't the only girl in her social class who had had a crush on him. He was well-favored, in a nerdy sorting of way — tall and lean, with that wonderful grin. He was young, right out of the university two eld ago…friendly, sort, not bad sense of humor — but also intense and passionate about literature, and he imparted that excitement and enthusiasm to his pupil. Finally, yawning, Ifeoma asked him to please take her home. He helped her slip on her sweatshirt, now warm and ironic than the rest of her clothes.
As he pulled up to her apartment building, he said,"You know, I could avail you polish that theme a little more, if'you'd like to come over again, maybe tomorrow ?"
Ifeoma felt her pith buffeting, her breathing shallow."Yes, yes, I would really like that…I would revalue it…um, I get my car out of the store in the afternoon…what time would you like me to come over ?"
They agreed about 6:00 would be good. They exchanged sound numbers, and Ifeoma programmed his turn into her Mobile River. Just before she left the car, Nnamdi slid his arm around her shoulder and gave her a nimble little squeeze."Great, see you then.."
OK, this is really uncanny, Ifeoma thought, as she let herself in to her flat. Why do I feel like I just made a date with my teacher ? She stripped off her damp clothes, tossing them in he cramp, and stepped into a hot, steamy exhibitor. She lathered the soap luxuriously over her soft skin. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the roofing tile paries, feeling her Tips grow taut, imagining how Nnamdi's hands would find sliding down her side, over her curvy hips, then behind her to cup her bottom, pulling her closer as he…
Ifeoma snapped back to reality. Jeez, get a handle. What would a guy like Nnamdi see in a shy, plain, inexperienced girl like her ? As she dried off, she appraised her reflection in the mirror critically.Wavy brown hair…that was OK, she guessed. Piercing Robert Brown eyes — probably her topper characteristic, but always behind her ever-present glasses. A scattering of lentigo — not every guy likes those. And there's just too much of me, she thought, frowning at her to the full titty and smacking her copious bum in irritation. She towel dried her haircloth, pulled on a nightshirt, and climbed into bed. Ifeoma lay awake in the dark, tossing and turning, thinking about the little credit crunch Nnamdi had given her shoulders, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her point felt super sensitive, rubbing against the soft cotton wool, and she brought her hands up under the covers to tweak them and pull in on them, teasing them into aching little peaks. Still tugging on her Tips with her leftover hand, she slid her right hand into her step-in, her two fingers sliding wetly over and over her throbbing femalecore as she brought herself to a quick, intense coming and soothed herself to sleep.
The next sunup, she woke up tardy — her hair tangled, the sheets in disorderliness, and her panties pushed halfway down her thighs. She'd evidently had some barbarian dreams. And she could hardly concentrate in class.
At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the doorway to a shivering Ifeoma on his front yard."Come in, make out in,"
he said, ushering her out of the common cold. They worked on the finishing touches of her newspaper publisher over a roll of noodles.
"wellspring, that was fun,"Nnamdi said, clearing the table."How do you finger about it ?"
"Pretty goodness, actually."Ifeoma admitted.
"And really lighten — I didn't think I would ever finish it…wow, and it's only 7:30 !"She looked amazed.
"Yep, you worked hard. I would give you an A."
She smiled shyly at his praise."So..big design or the vacation ?"
"No, not really. Since my kinsfolk and nan moved away, it's just me,"she sighed.
"I can relate,"Nnamdi said, nodding.
"Doesn't feel much like Christmas Day this year."
Ifeoma looked around at his tidy, almost Spartan, living room."You know what ? You need a tree."
An hour later, they were back with a tree…a stand…a couple of boxwood of ornaments…a string of lights…all the thing Ifeoma insisted Nnamdi needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly enthusiasm was transmittable. While he filled the sales booth with water and worked on getting the tree diagram as straight as possible, Ifeoma ran out to her car and came back in with a couple of CD's. She popped one in his stereo, and then Bing was dreaming of a White Yuletide. Nnamdi laughed and shook his head, but after a couple of songs, the tree was decorated, the theater smelled like pine tree, and he had to admit, it really felt more like Christmas. He scrounged up a couple of mailboat of hot cocoa mix, spiked them with Mentha piperita Schnapps, and handed a mug to Ifeoma.
"Not as good as real chocolate,"he apologized,"but the schnapps helps a bit."
"Helps a lot !"Ifeoma giggled.
"Now all you need are some cookies."
"Well,"he said softly, taking the mug from her hands and setting it down,"I think maybe I could use some mistletoe."
Nnamdi took her face in his hands and kissed her gently. When she didn't protest, he wrapped his arms around her. His kiss deepened, tasting of chocolate and peppermint, and Ifeoma's stifle felt weak. He pulled her close against his physical structure, and Ifeoma felt a hardness in the straw man of his jeans, pressing against her belly. He shifted slightly against her, and she could feel it growing, getting stiffer. She broke the kiss, and came up for air, gasping slightly.
Her buttock felt so hot, and she stammered, feeling silly,"Uh…w-well…thanks for the help…and the cocoa…"
She gathered up her papers, stuffing them haphazardly into her backpack.
"Ifeoma, I'm sorry,"he apologized.
"I didn't mean to…"
"No, no,"she said, embarrassed, unable to look at him,
"it's not you, it's me…believe me, it's me."
Nnamdi touched her arm."You don't have to leave…I'll behave, I promise."
"Yeah, I really do possess to go…class in themorning. Listen, I'll birdsong you and let you know my grade, ok ?"
Ifeoma didn't call, but she sent him a text message,"I got an A — thanks for all your help !"
He texted back, asking her over to observe, but got no reply. A week later, at 5:00 on Christmas Eve, Nnamdi was flipping through the channels, and then there was a whack. Nnamdi opened the room access to Ifeoma, smile, cheeks pink with the cold, holding a shell of assorted homemade cookie.
"Wow, those look fantastic ! So do you !"he laughed.
"Come in, do in…"
"I just wanted to thank you for all your help, you saved my ground level. I'm sorry I didn't call, I just -"
"Don't worry about it, you don't need to explain anything,"he assured her.
They'd had enough of rubble solid food, so Nnamdi took her out for a real dinner at his favorite eating place. They drove around and looked at Yuletide light source for a while, then finally pulled back into Nnamdi's driveway.
"Well,"he said.
"Want to come up in for cookie ? I happen to have some homemade ones. And I even have milk for very cocoa."He wiggled his brow playfully.
"real cocoa this time ? How could a girl resist ?"Ifeoma laughed.
He dimmed the brightness level and plugged in the tree. They sat, munching cooky and sipping spiked hot chocolate, listening to Ifeoma's Noel CD's and telling account. Suddenly, Nnamdi said,"Hey, I almost forgot — I got a giving for you. knack on, I'll be right back."
He bounded down the hall, and returned quickly with a low packet wrapped neatly in gold paper."It's not practically, but when I saw it, I immediately thought of you. And I was really hoping I would see you again."
Ifeoma's eyes shone as she unwrapped a green leather-bound journal, the cover tooled in intricate leaf designs.
"Wow, thank you so much,"she said softly,"it's beautiful."
"I thought of you as soon as I saw it — the semblance reminded me of your eyes."
She looked at him, surprised, and he cleared his pharynx."I just wanted you to bonk, you are a talented writer, Ifeoma, and I hope you keep writing."
Cautiously he reached out and brushed her hair back from her face."You know, I have to confess something. When you were in my division a couple of years ago, you were what — eighteen ?"She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, feeling like she could barely breathe.
"Well,"he said quietly,"even when you were my bookman and I knew it was wrong, knew I couldn't have you, knew that I shouldn't even think about it,"his hand slid from her shoulder, down to the small of her back, as he leaned in and kissed her brow gently,"I wanted you. I wanted you so much. Do you experience how heavy that was forme ?"
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing hard."Yeah, yeah, I do."She slipped her arms around his neck and whispered,"I have a stage for you too…but you will need to let out it."
He kissed her sassing, her impertinence, her palpebra ; he nuzzled her neck opening and his back talk was so warm.
"Ifeoma, baby…"he murmured, his hands slipping under her sweater, and then tracing up the smooth skin of her back."It feels so good to finally be able-bodied to hold you…to touch you…"
She didn't even see he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to experience his manpower cupping her bare bosoms, his hitchhike teasing her hardening steer. She made a little auditory sensation of pleasance, deep in her throat, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His deal were in her hair, and his kisses were more pressing, more insistent. She felt his insensibility pressed up against her, but this prison term she didn't twist away. She circled her hips, experimentally, grinding her crotch against his. Nnamdi grabbed her hips impatiently, and pushing himself up against her, feeling her heat through her blue jean. She rubbed against him again, and he groaned against her neck opening, his arms tightening around her ; she felt a frisson run through his consistency, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly.
"Stop, god, stop, you're going to puddle me come before I'm even inside you !"
Ifeoma blushed, delighting in this information, in her new-found sentience of king. He chuckled, kissed her a few more times, and gently removed her glasses and put them on the end table, next to his. Then he grabbed her deal and pulled her to her metrical foot.
"prophylactic, condoms are in the sleeping accommodation,"he muttered, while he steered her down the hall.
"Um, I'm on the pill…for my cycle…"Ifeoma said shyly.
"commodity, good,"Nnamdi said, between candy kiss,"real good."He left a trail of their clothing all the way to the sleeping accommodation : her sweater, his shirt, her bra, his belt, their shoes and socks…when they got to his bed, he tugged her jean and pantie down over her hips and tossed them on the floor, and his jean followed in the heap.
"Looks like we both lost a strip poker game game,"he joked, and Ifeoma giggled, a lilliputian nervously.
Nnamdi lay succeeding to Ifeoma, nuzzling her neck and kissing her berm. His skin was tender, and she could feel the length of his hard rooster throbbing against her hip. His palm stroked down her belly to the soft curls between her thigh. Ifeoma parted her legs slightly as Nnamdi stroked her Kitty-Cat, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one long, slim digit into her opening. He whispered in her ear,
"You're so wet, so tight, I can't hold to be in spite of appearance you."He rolled on top of her, pressed the psyche of his cock against her sleek down cunt, and thrust forward with his hips.
"sister, you're so tight,"he panted with drive, pushing a little Thomas More insistently… and met resistance… His eyes searched her face. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a flavour of almost unappeasable determination on her face.
"Please, Nnamdi, please…don't stop."
"Ifeoma ?"She wouldn't meet his middle, and suddenly he understood and felt like a total whoreson for not realizing sooner.
"Oh, honey, you've never done this before ?"
She looked at him pleadingly."It's okay, I'm okeh, just do it, please…"
Nnamdi felt himself wilting just a footling, the importunity gone."No, baby, not hurried like this.
You deserve safe. I didn't know. You deserve something special."
"This IS special !"Ifeoma insisted.
"Nnamdi…you're the right instructor I've ever had. I know you can teach me how. I trust you."
She buried her face against his chest, mumbling,"Besides, it's my Christmas present tense for you. I want you to be my first."
He circled his arms around her, holding her for a moment. He ran his hands up and down her arms soothingly, then kissed the top of her head.
"Alright…but let's back up a few steps."
Ifeomad looked at him, questioningly.
"Well,"he said,"we were sort of skipping straight to dessert, without an appetizer or a main course."
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing knockout, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her cervix, her shoulder, her collarbone, her bosoms… fillet to bug her wind with his back talk and tongue while Ifeoma sighed and ran her fingers through his hair. He continued his journey south ward, dipping his tongue briefly into her navel, then settled himself between her legs, bending her pegleg at the knee and pushing her second joint apart. His breathing spell was hot against her, and he opened her pussycat with his thumbs, running his clapper from her untested opening to her tiny button. Ifeoma gasped in jolt — no one had ever done this to her before. She'd made out with a few guys in schoolhouse, a few uninspired gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a couple of quick hand jobs. But no man had ever taken the time to focus on her, to devote himself entirely to her pleasure.
"Nnamdi…"she managed to squeak.
"Yeah ?"he said, grinning up at her from between her thighs.
"That's…wow…that's amazing…it feels…"Ifeoma found herself at a going for boost words.
"Nice ?"he murmured, giving her a yearn lick.
"Ohhhh god,"Ifeoma groaned, her stifle trembling, and she felt like she was melting under his tongue like a liquid ecstasy of strawberry ice cream.
"It feels a lot more intense than when I…you know…self-service,"she finished, embarrassed.
"Well, sure…kind of like, you can't tickling yourself, you know…it's better when soul else makes you feel good."He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her Kitty-Cat scuttle for him like a efflorescence.
"Just relax for me, Ifeoma, let me make you feel good…"He lapped her gently, teasing her femalecore, feeling it puff up under his tongue. He laved petty circles around it, experimenting until he found the spot that made her gasp, made her campaign her pussycat against his oral fissure, her hands pulling a little at his hair. He smiled to himself, focusing on that honeyed spot, feeling Ifeoma's thighs shaking under his paw, while she moaned,"Yes…yesss…oh Nnamdi…right there…I'm so close…"He felt her clit throbbing, and sucked gently until he tasted a outpouring of her sweetly juices as she came in his sass. Ifeoma was floating, everything was pink and golden and fuzzy…and just when Nnamdi's attention to her sensitive push button became too much, he seemed to sense that, and shifted his tending lower, lapping intently at her opening. His agile tongue tickled and teased, and then grew more repetitive, probing. It was gentle, but warm and firm, pushing a slight deeper, and Ifeoma began to hunger something bigger, and harder. Nnamdi moved up her body, cradling her in his arms, and his hand replaced his mouth. His fingers slid inside her, and she was wet, so wet — first one finger, then two — opening and stretching her a little more. Nnamdi kissed her over and over until her principal was spinning, his tongue in her mouth mirroring his fingers, probing, teasing. His fingers brushed over a trick shoes deep inside her and she gasped in shock, arching her back. He pulled back from her just a moment, evidently delight with her chemical reaction. Smiling a wicked, knowing, smiling, he resumed kissing her deeply, his fingers rubbing and rubbing inside her, the warmth and tingles spreading through her belly, and Ifeoma came hard on his fingerbreadth, her wetness gushing on his hand. She watched in a shock as he brought his finger's breadth to his mouth, tasting her coming — then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasure on his lips and tongue.
"Now,"he said softly,"I think you are more ready for me."He rolled on top of her, nudging her branch apart with his genu, as her Kitty-Cat was still throbbing from her intense climax. Ifeoma glanced down, and his control stick was so beautiful, curving upward toward his venter. She grasped it gently, and he closed his eyes, breathing shallowly. She stroked her hand up and down his shaft a few times, marveling that the skin was so mild, but his Attention was so hard. A tiny ivory of liquid appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her digit in it, tracing his pre-come all over the swollen head of his rooster, painting it with wetness and making it shine.
"dearest, please,"he groaned,"I'm trying so hard, but I only have so much control."
"Oh…oh ! I'm sorry !"she apologized, quickly.
"It's okay,"he assured her, kissing the tip of her nose. He slipped his hands under her to cup her Buttocks and face-lift her hips a little.
"My hands are form of busy,"he said, squeezing her boldness a little for stress, making her laugh and breaking the tension."So you guide me in, baby."
She pointed his rooster toward her Kitty-Cat, rubbing the joystick up and down her slit a
little, until she could feel him dislocate inside her again. This time, when he pushed, there was less resistance, she was so wet, so give."deep breathing time,"he whispered against her lips, and he thrust once more, harder. Ifeoma gave a sharp slight pant of pain sensation, but it was over so quickly. Nnamdi kept his body still, kissing her face all over, her cheeks, her lid, her forehead.
"Are you okay ? Did I hurt you ?"he asked, concerned.
"I…I think it's OK. I think…it's good…"Ifeoma breathed, her arms around his neck opening. She began to move a little, experimentally, her hands sliding down his back. He buried his face against her neck opening, and moved with her, letting her set an promiscuous tempo at first. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful rhythm, and she felt his muscles tensing. His eye were closed, his expression purport, and through clenched teeth he growled,"Yesss…Bleep…your Kitty-Cat is so hot, so sweet…Ifeoma, baby…I'm going to come…"
She felt his rooster swell even bigger, it felt even harder inside her, and her eyes opened wide-eyed in astonishment that she could feel every pulse, every throb, as he filled her with his cum. Slowly, Nnamdi relaxed. His eyes opened again, regained their focus, and he cupped her face in his decoration, kissing her tenderly."Thank you Ifeoma, what a special gift. I feel honored that you chose me to be your first."
"I want you to be my second, too…and my third base,"Ifeoma giggled,"but I think we'll need some cookies first to get our durability back."Uh He circled his arms around her, holding her for a moment. He ran his manus up and down her implements of war soothingly, then kissed the top of her head. Then he kissed her, and she could savor her own pleasure on his lips and knife .